My daughter is actually very well-behaved and wonderful

These days I've been reflecting on myself on whether I've demanded too much from my eldest daughter over the years. Ask yourself, I'm really not good for her.

Looking back, before she was 6 years old, I took her with me, and I also took my sister with me, and I didn't pay much attention to her. When she was 6 years old, she returned to her hometown with her sister, and I just went home for the New Year, and every year I took a few days off during the Spring Festival, and I had little time to spend with her. Usually, she is always asked to take good care of her sister on the phone, often ignoring that she is also a child.

In the summer when she was 8, I was separated from her dad. When I came home for the New Year that year, she was waiting for me at the gate as before, and when she saw that I was the only one who returned, I obviously felt her loss, and later became less talkative. 8-year-old child, in fact, she understands that from now on, she is different from other ordinary families. In the next few years, in addition to urging her to learn on the phone, in addition to trying my best to be satisfied in eating and wearing, in addition to telling her to take care of her sister, when will I really enter her heart? Although her grandmother and other relatives have always been very kind to her and her sister, the missing father's love and mother's love have never been able to make up. After all, she is just a child, but I often ask her to be sensible and obedient, and ask her to be like an adult.

When she was in the second year of junior high school, she once called me and said that there were boys who joked that she didn't have a father, and she was angry and got into a fight with boys. He was small, couldn't win the fight, and was punished by the teacher with the boy. I cried for a long time. I was busy at work and only had a few words of comfort. I didn't realize how uncomfortable she was at that time, how eager she was for a sound family.

Her academic performance gradually declined, and I always scolded and grinned on the phone, blaming her for not being well-behaved and not talking to her sincerely. There was no understanding of what was really going on in her heart. In addition to blaming or blaming.

After graduating from junior high school, I failed to enter a normal high school, and I knew the importance of diplomas as i worked outside the home, so I finally returned home in the summer. I had an in-depth communication with her, and we reached a consensus to go to the private pugao, although the cost is high, but there is a chance to participate in the college entrance examination. In high school, the study pressure was high, and it was very difficult for her to have a basic foundation, and then she had the idea of giving up. This in turn triggered my impatience. In addition to blaming, I complain, and I am very grumpy. In fact, compared to before, she has improved a lot and has already ranked high in the class. The teacher spoke well of her, saying that she was diligent and hardworking. When I go home from vacation, I will also help my grandmother to do housework, and I also care for my sister. But I just see her deficiencies, always compared to other people's school bully children, always compared to other people's well-behaved women, in my opinion, the tuition is so high, I have such a big price, she should cherish this learning opportunity, should not be so ignorant, and feel that getting up at 6 o'clock in the morning is too tired, and I can't understand the lessons, and it is very bad every day. I completely failed to understand the pressure of learning, the pain of a weak foundation. Especially in winter, getting up at 6 o'clock in the morning and studying at 10 o'clock in the evening after self-study class, it is really hard. After all, I am still a child.

Being a mother and daughter in this life is a great fate, I have not been able to give her a stable home, did not give a rich life, nor did I give enough companionship, I should be grateful for her inseparability to me. Looking back on the most difficult years of the past, it was her words: Mom, I miss you, let me have the motivation to work hard, let me be alone and wandering outside with comfort. How many times she told me to take care of myself outside, I burst into tears. In fact, I have a very good daughter.

A little more understanding, more communication, multi-role exchange, starting from today, I want to listen to her ideas more, starting from the heart, starting from the heart. When I go home for the New Year this year, I must take good care of my bad temper and care more about this well-behaved girl.